Edward sat in the library
at the black table in the corner.
First it was Jane who came, quietly slipping him a note.
From Michael Romanini, she had a crush on him.
“What should I write back?” she whispered.
Edward thought for a moment and quietly dictated.
“Oh, that’s good!” she giggled.
Then there was Yvette. She had intercepted a note from Jane.
“Bitch! Don’t tell her I told you. Write something clever.” Looking towards the door.
Then Naomi. “Michael gave me Jane’s love note. She can’t even spell yearning correctly.”
“No, that’s right.” said Edward pointing with his number 2 pencil.
“Whatever. Michael wants you to write something back. He’s tired of her.”
Jane came back in tears. “Look what he wrote. I hate him so much.”
“He was trying not to be mean, though, I think” said Edward.
“Please! Edward, can I call you tonight? I can’t talk about this here.”
“Ok” scratching his head.
He looked at the bookshelves, and thought
Dewey invented the decimal system at twenty one.
And here I am sixteen on December 10th, in the midst of all this cupidity,
helping hearts through the hard times of hot drama,
with teenage girls, in all their 2-faced, 3-faced, 4-faced glory.
Could be worse.
MR Stuik 2018